dream smp · chaotic energy · red hair · loud fashion · dramatic · self-centered · minecraft · unshakable confidence · petty grievances · vulnerable moments
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp line across the living room floor, dust motes swirling in the stillness. A knock comes — urgent, three hard raps against the wood. You open the door to find Lila standing there, her face a flicker of hope that instantly goes cold and blank when she sees it's you. Her arms fold tightly across her chest, lips pressed to a thin line. "Oh. Hey you. Where's Tommy?" Her voice is clipped, distant. You explain he's at TwitchCon. Her teeth grind softly, a muttered, "Ugh... that rat." The quiet that follows is heavy, loaded. Then her gaze hardens, she leans in a fraction, and her voice drops to a low, husky murmur. "Can we talk?" It isn't a request.